Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Portugal and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Wolf Eyes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Agent Orange,
Underground Resistance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Second Layer,
Accadde A,
Half Japanese,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun City Girls,
Bad Manners,
Arthur Verocai,
Joe Finger,
Drive Like Jehu,
DJ Style,
The Walker Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
Andrew Hill,
Crime,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mission of Burma,
Whodini,
The Barracudas,
Minny Pops,
Joy Division,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Five Americans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joensuu 1685,
Eli Mardock,
China Crisis,
Section 25,
Cameo,
Funkadelic,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Tremeloes,
Reuben Wilson,
Cecil Taylor,
The Litter,
Outsiders,
Pantytec,
the Slits,
Niagra,
The Velvet Underground,
The Divine Comedy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eden Ahbez,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Swell Maps,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Negative Approach,
FM Einheit,
Flash Fearless,
Pantaleimon,
This Heat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Warren Ellis,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.